I watch as the tall woman in front of me fiddle with her hands. Playing with them agressively as though if she stops, the whole world is doomed. She is a definite beauty from behind. She has hair so long that it almost touches the ground.

I take notice of her arms and realize how ginormous they are. They stop at her thighs and it dawns on me that this woman is an abnormal figure roaming around.

I went to grab for my mom, then I remembered that I lost her as I ran into the forest, in search of my dog, Pig.

Fear threatens to engulf me but I swallow hard and strangle the fear before it has the chance to strangle me.

I slowly walk backwards. My footsteps filled up the quiet air around us. The figure didn’t flinch. She didn’t even look in my direction.

She kept her gaze focused on something I couldn’t see. But I kept walking backwards despite it. “I don’t feel comfortable,” I whisper to myself. “Mom, where are you?” I keep my voice low and discreet.

The figure whipped her neck back ferociously and I got a front row seat of the monster that truly was before me. “Don’t cry…for..your momma little girl…” The figure smiles sinisterly. Her face is twisted and mutilated.

Her voice is far from a masterpiece. It resembles a teacher running her long unkept nails down a chalk board for the satisfaction of her students suffering.

I tilt my chin and hold my head up high. “I’m not afraid of you,” I reply breathlessly. Tears are streaming down my face but I don’t break eye contact. We’ve been staring at each other for what seems like weeks.

She’s still staring at me with that creepy smile of hers and I can’t take it anymore. I look away and then look back at her. But her smile has disappeared already.

I see nothing in those eyes of hers. Just evilness and cruelty.

Her smile hastily reappears and the suddenness puts a stop to my heart.

“Aren’t you looking for your.. daw… daw…dawug. Your dog?” She asks slowly as she tilts her head to the left. Her smile grows bigger. The edges of her lips are centimeters away from her eyeballs. Every time she speaks, I feel like I’m left alone and paralyzed. And every time I look at her, a piece of me shrivels into a lifeless prune. I collect myself and reply to her question. “Yes… uh. I am.”

She begins laughing hysterically and I freeze. My heart’s pounding out of my chest. I want my mama.

I want my mama. I want my mama. I want my mama. I want my mama. That’s the only thought I have. That’s the only thought that’s replaying in my head. I want my mama.

“Here’s what’s left of him.” She starts to regurgitate. Her neck becomes three times larger. I watch in horror as the wrinkles on her neck intensifies. She spits out dog ribs and the skull that belonged to the former body. My dog. Pig’s body. Pieces of flesh and blood are still glued to the bones. I watch in tears as maggots come to consume the rest of him. The rest of my best friend.

I collapse, falling to my knees. I cry, I scream, I mourn, I scratch. When I’m done, I lay on the ground emotionless.

The dreadful figure is nowhere to be found. She left. But my dog’s remains. They’re still here. I can’t feel anything. I don’t feel anything. He’s gone. I’m gone. He’s gone. I’m gone. He’s gone, I’m gon-

I hear something. But my hearing feels muffled. “BABY!” I hear louder. I see out the corner of my eye, my mom running towards me with two police officers beside her.

But I am, but a body.